you knew Miguel for 2 years now and you knew he never really took any good care of himself. Miguel eventually caught a cold. You tried to tell him to stay home but he was stubborn and didn't listen. So you stayed with him until he gotten better.

"I don't need your help I'm fine."

his words were flat and full of stubbornness as he sat up from hid bed only in sweatpants with messy hair.